Final crisis: A cautionary tale

It was Monday of finals week, and I had no tests until my Spanish exam Wednesday. So I got up, enjoyed a leisurely morning and began my normal routine of checking my e-mail and Facebook account and the away messages of everyone I know. I was perusing the usual items -- the default away messages, the quotes, the day's agenda -- when I came across a startling one: "Spanish final." Ordinarily, this wouldn't be so unusual, but this particular buddy was in my Spanish class, meaning if he was in a final, I should be too. Needless to say, I threw on some shoes and rushed in my pj's over to Ballantine. I got there just a few minutes late for my final. In a way, it was a relief. I had my exam out of the way without all the hassle of studying.